“Are you hurt? Did I?—”
“Shut up, Preston,” she orders.
I can’t. I’m deep inside her, and I need to know she’s okay. My mouth is running, panic hijacking everything—until one of her hands flies back andslapsmy ass. Loud, commanding. And fuck, a bit too sharp.
She grabs me there. Holds me in place.
“Don’t youdareleave me.”
“You’re… you’re hurt,” I pant out, my chest twisting with fear and guilt.
“Oh, you hurt me good,” she moans. “So fucking good. I don’t care if I leave here in a wheelchair.”
I shouldn’t be smiling. My dick shouldn’t be this hard. “Then why?—”
“I said shut up, baby,” she moans it this time. Oh, I like the sound of that. Her tone cuts through the air, a sweet command that’s all hers. “The last bit is mine.”
Fuck. Me.
She starts pushing back, and I like that even more. Mia takes me inch by fucking inch. I’m nailed in place, forced to feel her claim every last part of me. Her ass ripples with the effort, slick with sweat and need, and it sends me somewhere dangerous.
“Are you feeling brave, baby?” The words come out rough and low as I run my hands over her hips, spreading her open, my grip tight. I slap once, twice, drawing heat to the surface. “Feeling curious? Ready to check off more of that filthy list of yours?”
“What… do you me-mean?” She’s breathless, and I’m shaking with how close I am to losing it.
She pulls forward almost to the tip, and I could come from watching: her pussy stretched thin, slick, and slamming back, taking my cock all over again.
Until… This is it. I’m all in.
My groan tears straight from the gut. Her body clamps around mine, the perfect fit. Pressure and heat. Her cunt swallows me whole and then tightens with each pulse, body strung high on need and nowhere near done. My vision flares. My knees threaten to fail. I grip her ass out of need, to stay upright.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she announces, hipsbuckling, and I grab harder, now branding her with my fingerprints. I slap the same spot. “Yes!” Then again, firmer. She clenches harder in response—ravenous little thing.
I spit down the line of her ass, and watch it trail toward her tightest hole. “Tell me if you want it.” My thumb spreads it slowly, slicking her open, then dips in. Slightly. Barely. She pulses around me on instinct.
“Do it. Do it now,” she demands, flipping her hair and staring back at me.
I press just the tip of my thumb in, and she comes alive.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she begs the wrong guy.
Mia’s wild and a bit reckless, grinding down on my cock and my thumb. She’s hanging on the edge of surrender, greedy for more.
This is it. Nothing could top this.
But Mia thrives on proving me wrong, doesn’t she?
It’s everything. The sound of her. The feel. The way she begs for more.
It’s more than heaven, and it’s hell too, trying to hold it together—because she’s going to come first.
“More,” she gasps. “Now!” Her scream tears through the room, probably straight down to the lobby.
I give it all to her. Another spit, and I slide my thumb deeper, fucking her until she’s shaking and sobbing. Until her moans fractures into high, broken cries, each one splitting me open. Until she’s losing herself in the moment, and I’m right there with her.
“I’m coming,” she chokes out, “Pres, I’m comin?—”
I stay still so all I feel is her.
